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Blue, Yellow, and Red Nights She tore the flower from its stem, walking in fields of golden lights. Old time memories flooded her eyes, times of blue, of yellow, and of red nights. It doesn't matter anymore, the pain, she thought. The sun had risen, yet stagnate they lingered, stale as the forge in which they were wrought. Sweet love, don't do this to me, sweet love, spare my heart. Sweet love, come back to me again, sweet love, make whole my part. Time passed, memories faded, White nights came, and dark ones were traded. Past became lost, old became new, red became clean, lies became true. Walks of wonder and strolls of ponder, She thinks of days now and she thinks of day yonder. Sweet love, do this to me, sweet love, create. Sweet love, sweet love, sweet love, I, I await. |
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